Beast of fraud Found huddled in the dark of the Circle of Violence My cord fallen The usurers forgotten A fall of blood from the river Phlegethon
Mounted, we descend to the Malicious Malebolge The guilt washes over Something beyond shame Flattery steeped in shit
Their words dipped in venom Herculean effort
The 8th Circle approaches My torment almost done Crawling ever deeper To the sweet release, I come
Pseudo-Aristotle, my eyes pinned wide Clinging to fine hairs Face of an honest man Leading deeping into the maze Panderers and seducers whipped The raspacious trapped face down Flames licking soles Those who penetrate the future see behind them The barrators drowned in pitch
Concentric descent, cantos complete Three faces, crimson, darkness, ochre Six winged seraphim Betrayers weep as my course reverses Parallel ascension Antipodal motion Until, finally Purgatorial departure
Excommunicated Musing upon the shore Far from the Acheron now Lower slope, contumacy The Indolent, last ritual The Rule of the Mountain On sunset, inert
Daybreak over the Terraces A stone across our backs Bent and broken Humiliated Penitential grey, eyes fused by iron wire Miserere nobisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
